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Adriel’s face turned crimson with fury, his temper flaring as he glared down at Sammy. His gang of rowdy friends snickered behind him, but Adriel wasn’t one to back down easily. He stepped forward, each of his heavy footsteps echoing ominously in the hallway.
“You little brat,” Adriel sneered, his voice laced with venom. “You think you can talk back to me? I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”
But Sammy didn’t flinch. Instead, he stood his ground, his smirk growing wider, almost as if he were enjoying the entire situation. He had been planning this—Adriel was playing right into his hands.
“You sure you want to try that?” Sammy said coolly, his voice steady and calm, belying the intense focus in his eyes. “I’m just saying, you might want to think twice before you make a scene. You’re not going to like what happens next.”
Adriel froze for a split second, the confidence in Sammy’s tone catching him off guard. He glanced around, noticing that more of the kids had gathered by the classroom door, eyes widening as they watched the standoff. The last thing Adriel wanted was to make a public spectacle of himself, especially when his followers were watching.
“Don’t think you’re special, Danny,” Adriel muttered under his breath, his posture still hostile but noticeably less confident. “You’ll regret this.”
But Sammy, ever quick-witted, wasn’t about to let Adriel off that easily. He pressed on, his words cutting sharp. “Better watch out, tubby. You may rule the playground now, but your throne’s looking a little wobbly.”
A few of the other kids snickered, and Adriel, unable to stand the humiliation, spun around with a growl of frustration. “I don’t have time for this,” he snarled, waving off his gang as he stormed away.
As the gang scattered in different directions, Sammy stood tall, his eyes narrowed with satisfaction. He’d handled that well, but this wasn’t over. No, this was just the beginning. He had a plan, and he knew exactly how to move forward.
Once Adriel and his crew were gone, Sammy strolled back into the classroom, his mind already turning. He needed to get closer to Danny, figure out who was behind this bullying, and expose the whole thing. But he wasn’t in any rush. He’d play this game slowly, methodically—like chess. Sammy was beginning to see the board clearly now.
As he entered, he noticed the teacher standing by the door, her smile stiff and forced. Her eyes flicked away the moment they met his, a clear sign of her discomfort. Sammy wasn’t fooled. He remembered the exchange earlier—Elaine slipping something into the teacher’s pocket. It all made sense now. Sammy had seen enough to understand that this wasn’t just some random act of bullying. Elaine was behind it, manipulating things from the shadows to make Danny’s life harder.
With a sharp glance, he entered the classroom. Other kids were sitting at their tables, but none of them seemed as relaxed as they used to be. He could feel the tension, the undercurrent of unease in the room, and he knew that things were beginning to unravel. His father’s anger at him was one thing—but seeing his own flesh and blood being used as a pawn in Elaine’s game was something he couldn’t stand.
Meanwhile, outside the school, Elaine was still caught up in her own schemes, and now, she was distracted by a message that appeared on her phone. The text came from Jarvis, his words dripping with playful malice: “Elaine, what are you daydreaming about on the street? Need some comfort?”
Elaine’s brow furrowed. She quickly glanced around, scanning the surroundings. That was when she spotted him: a sleek luxury car parked under a tree, and through the tinted window, she could see Jarvis’s wicked grin. His eyes were raking her body up and down, the kind of gaze that made her skin crawl in both annoyance and—admit it—some odd intrigue.
Before she could respond, Jarvis had already spotted her. In one swift motion, he got out of the car, pulling her toward him. His arm wrapped around her neck, and before she had a chance to protest, he was kissing her fiercely, pressing her against the cool window. His hands roamed freely as if he didn’t care who was watching.
Elaine pushed him off, breathing heavily, a mix of anger and frustration evident in her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing in broad daylight?” she snapped, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Jarvis only smirked, leaning back with a devilish look in his eyes. “Guess?” he teased, the corner of his mouth curling into a satisfied grin. “It’s more thrilling during the day, don’t you think?”
Elaine felt a flush creeping up her neck, the heat of the moment catching her off guard. She should’ve been furious—should’ve shoved him away and walked off. But instead, something in her stirred, despite herself. She could feel the tension building between them. She half-pushed, half-relented, as he pulled her into the car, the door slamming shut behind her.
Back at the preschool, the day continued with an air of unease hanging over it. Sammy, feeling the weight of the situation, had plans of his own. He knew he couldn’t let things slide—his brother, his father, and everything his family was going through had to be fixed. He had to find out who was truly behind this scheme and expose Elaine for what she was. But for now, he’d play the game, wait for the right moment, and when it came, he would strike.
Just as the kids were playing and the teacher went to check on something in the hallway, Sammy stepped out into the corridor, his mind still reeling. He needed to find a quiet place to contact Danny, ask him about the day’s events, and see if he had any idea who was behind the bullying. The thought of his little brother facing this alone made his chest tighten.
But then, he heard it—the voice of Adriel, followed by the unmistakable sound of a shove. Sammy’s instincts kicked in. He turned just in time to see Adriel’s bulky figure blocking his way.
“Hey, you motherless runt!” Adriel’s voice dripped with disdain as he gave Sammy a hard shove from behind. Sammy stumbled slightly, catching himself on the railing as Adriel stepped forward, his smirk widening.
Adriel’s cronies circled around Sammy, their eyes gleaming with malice. “Hey, Daniel, wanna play a game of ‘punch bag’?” one of them jeered. “How about you come with us to the back building and be our punching bag for a while?”
Sammy’s heart raced. He could see the malicious glint in their eyes. But he wasn’t about to back down. He clenched his fists, ready for whatever came next. But then, as he took in the scene, his sharp mind began to piece things together.
Adriel’s group wasn’t just bullying Danny. No, this was orchestrated. He remembered the teacher from earlier, the one who had taken the envelope from Elaine. She had seen what was happening but didn’t intervene. Instead, she had walked straight to the office as though nothing was wrong. Sammy’s mind clicked into place.
So this was how it was. Danny had been set up. The bullying wasn’t just the work of Adriel and his gang—it was part of a larger scheme, one that Elaine had orchestrated from behind the scenes. Sammy could feel his blood boiling at the injustice. His brother had been suffering, caught in a trap he didn’t even understand.
With a sly grin, Sammy turned toward Adriel and his gang, the corners of his mouth curling into a challenge. “Hey, tubby, ever been told you look like a pig’s head? And not even a fresh one at that?”
The words hit their mark. Adriel’s face reddened, and the gang burst into laughter, their taunts suddenly losing their power as Sammy stood confidently in front of them. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Sammy had a plan, and with each step, he was getting closer to exposing Elaine for the manipulative schemer she was.
As Adriel and his friends retreated, Sammy felt a surge of satisfaction. He had shown them who was in control. Now, he needed to get back to Danny and figure out how to take down the real enemy—Elaine.
